The chains that hold me are from the past,
the voices of those closest to me
who utter confirmation of my worthlessness
my failures, my lack of any attractiveness or beauty.
The persecution is largely from within,
I hear them, I sense their rejection
–those to whom I have given all
and before whom I have laid myself bare.
I was foolish with my heart,
wasting it on those who could never understand its worth,
those with nothing to give,
souls shriveled and dry
But You made me to love,
pouring water on my soul,
causing it to overflow,
opening my hands to give, my heart to love
but I wasn’t completely schooled,
I ran off from the master before the lessons were complete.
I am restored now to Your tutelage,
but my past trials trail me
like a banner, announcing my failures.
Lord, my life is Yours. Break the chains.
Set me free from those who seek my hurt.
I have no defense against them,
those under the sway of the enemy of my soul.
God: Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.
Do not be afraid, stand still and see the salvation of Adonai, which He will accomplish for you today.
MaryBeth 2016
Rooted and Grounded 